Fall Out Boy

Wait.... Patrick's Drunk?

Patrick bounced offstage, the adrenaline still flowing through his body. Pete giggled when he saw him, resting a hand on his shoulder.

"Ready for bed, Shortcake?" Pete asked. Patrick shook his head.

"Hell no! I could sing forever!" Patrick said with a giggle. Joe chuckled behind them, and Pete looked at him suspiciously.

Patrick walked with pete, finding it hard to see straight- or stay on his feet.

Joe was laughing way too hard by the time they reached the bus, and Patrick was still bouncy and giggly- more than usual.

"Trick, you okay?" He asked, sitting him down on the couch. Patrick giggled and leaned on Pete, looking up at him in admiration.

"You're fucking hot...." Patrick muttered, voice slurred slightly. Pete blushed, looking at Patrick in surprise.

"Wh-what?"

"You're hot," Patrick repeated, laying on Pete's lap. Pete blushed harder as he felt his jeans tighten.

"I-uh- thanks....?" Pete said, petting Patrick's head as his fedora fell off and rolled onto the floor. Patrick whimpered and reached out toward it. He pawed on the carpet next to his fedora and whimpered more, a look of pure distress on his face. Pete chuckled, leaning forward so Patrick could reach it.

Patrick grabbed his fedora, holding it to his chest and giggling happily. Pete sighed, pulling Patrick closer. He could then smell the unmistakable scent of beer.

"JOSEPH!!" Pete yelled out. It then all made sense- in the middle of the concert, Joe gave Patrick 3 bottles of "Gatorade" to keep him energetic. That was apparently beer in those bottles. Pete heard Joe laughing, then a thud before he burst in the door.

"H-hi! What?" He said with a smile. He took one look at Patrick and burst into laughter again. Pete shook his head, readjusting Patrick so he didn't fall. When he was drunk, Patrick was similar to a cat.

Patrick giggled, pawing at his fedora, seemingly oblivious to the fight occurring around him.

"You got him DRUNK!?" Pete yelled, holding Patrick still as he tried to roll away. Patrick's smile faded as he squirmed in Pete's hold. He whined, trying to roll away. Pete sighed, setting him on the floor gently. Patrick giggled again, rolling back and forth slightly with his fedora.

"Y-yeah! He's so fucking cute!" Joe said between laughs. Patrick batted his hat in the air, it landing over his face. He giggled, batting it off and cuddling it again.

Pete put his head in his hands. "Son of a bitch...." He muttered. Joe just laughed again and walked out. Patrick lay there, pupils dilating as he stared up at Pete, an adoring smile on his face.

"What....?" Pete asked. Patrick giggled, prodding Pete's foot gently.

"You're pretty...." Patrick muttered. Pete chuckled and sighed. 'This is gonna be a long night.'